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Everything felt so rosy and nice
I was the perfect pretty and coy bride
I looked at you from the corner of my eye
I could see your face gleaming with pride
I had dreamt of this day since forever
And then you came in as my dark knight
Sweeping me off my humble feet
Promising me of a future so bright
I felt so thrilled to be yours
As I awaited this new journey of life
I planned to start everything fresh
Walking by your side, as your wife
But it all came to an end that very night
Our marital bed now held your luggage
I stood frozen as you told me you had to leave
All my dreams descended on me like baggage
All you said was that you will call me soon
Informing me of the day that I can join you
With hope I sent you away with a smile
I didn't know then what you said was not true
Years passed and I'm here all alone
Your parents abuse me and mine wont take me back
I am left all stranded by myself
The red vermilion now turning to black
I cannot take this pain anymore
Even my dreams now laugh at me
No matter how far I stretch my eyes
Only an infinite void I can see
Today I end this meaningless existence
Giving up on life once and for all
Even as this earth envelopes me again
I am still awaiting that phone call
Oh, how heartbreaking. That poor woman. :(
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DeleteThat was heartbreaking. Why did she have to die? Couldn't she have run away, far away from it all, to start anew :(
ReplyDeleteSome women just don't have the strength for it.
DeleteNicely done. A tragic story and probably one that happens often, I assume. Good work.
ReplyDeleteIn India it happens way too often. Thanks Elena.
DeleteHeart-wrenching beauty this was! Enchanting piece of writing..
ReplyDeleteThank you Kay!
DeleteMust have been an Indian woman! God! So dependent always! Can never dare to stand on their own two feet even in today's times! It's either the hubby or the parents. And they'll put up with any amount of crap because of this! I feel so angry at times! I wish we Indian women didn't feel so powerless always!
ReplyDeleteSure is, always is.
DeleteWomen need to understand their worth. It is about time they do.
Such a heartbreaking poem! But you've written it so beautifully.
ReplyDeleteThank you Reema!
DeleteOh that was one heart wrenching piece and you have written it beautifully!
ReplyDeleteCheers
"The red vermilion now turning to black". Who would have thought of this but you? Simply wow!
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